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12-03-2015, 09:46 PM
The sun sat high in the sky, fierce and hot even as Tallsun drew closer and closer to its end. It drowned the Dragon’s Throat in light and heat, the blessed qualities on the God that held sway of this land where all was a testament to his beauty. Others shunned the desert, the blistering heat, but for the Sun’s Sultana it was in her blood; the sand it was hearth and home and—at least for now—all was well.
Yes, she had faced challenges--apparently being a good leader was was not so easy—and she had had to work to mend the mistakes she had made. Still, she had her position, her honor, her herd and as always was determined to continually prove herself worthy of all three. Most importantly, she had her children. Three lights in her life that instead of making all else seem dim by comparison, brightened every aspect of it. Her son Nizho was bold and adventurous; Meg was always thankful that Gwaihir didn't mind helping her keep tabs on the boy who had started to roam almost the day he was born. Little Asavvi was an odd one, considering both her parents. She was as sweet and patient as anyone Meg had ever met and asked more questions than there were minutes in the day. She watched her two youngest grow and with a great pride allowed them to venture off on their own for longer and longer periods.
It was bittersweet, not to have them always at her side when they were so dearly loved but their growing independence had a silver lining. Meg now had more time to give back to her first love: her elder daughter Mordecai. The twins had taken so much of her energy lately that Megaera's hours with Mordecai had been painfully limited. They would remedy that now that that Nizho and Asavvi could be left to their own devices for a while and she hoped they would start today.
Her darling girl was a wild thing, so often willful and rude. She had a great talent for being a pain in the ass, and now that she was nearing womanhood there was little hope that she would change anytime soon. Meg loved her for every bit of it.
The mother had a fierce and blazing pride that her daughter had grown so strong, both in body and soul. Even when she completely disregarded Meg’s orders—like in sneaking Nizho out of the Throat for field trips—she always had to admire the brazen sort of confidence that those rebellions required. Mordecai would make a fine warrior, Megaera thought, if that was what she chose. Hard not to when one was blood of the Warden and raised by the Sunspear.
The Sultana entered the arena, resplendent. It was high noon, and she was fresh and cooled from a dip in the lake. Still slightly damp, her summer’s coat and clean feathers gleamed in the sun. Excited for her little baby’s first test, she moved towards the center of the ring at a jaunty trot. In the middle she halted, and swept down with her broad wings as she lifted in a little rear and called to her daughter. “Mordecai!” The shout was welcoming, exciting, challenging, and a grin spread across Megaera’s face. There were so many things to teach her, and they’d see if she had an instinct for battle. Somehow Meg was sure she would.
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ooc:: YAY! A mother/daughter spar for @Mordecai - everything allowed - Mordecai can have the first attack IF SHE DARES!!! lol
attack:: 0/3
words:: 578
summary:: Meg comes into the DT arena on foot, calls for her precious wittle baby girl.
magic:: none used
injuries:: none yet
setting:: Midday, cloudless sky, Air is still, dry and hot. Dragon's Throat Arena - "A large ring (soccer-field size) made of metal brambles which curve inward and boast blunted tips, a reminder for any competitors to stay inside. At various intervals tall metal trees with wide branches stand amid the brambles, offering perches for pegasus to sit and watch the arena happenings. There are two entrances on the north and south side of the arena, about a horse length in width, to enter/exit through."
Yes, she had faced challenges--apparently being a good leader was was not so easy—and she had had to work to mend the mistakes she had made. Still, she had her position, her honor, her herd and as always was determined to continually prove herself worthy of all three. Most importantly, she had her children. Three lights in her life that instead of making all else seem dim by comparison, brightened every aspect of it. Her son Nizho was bold and adventurous; Meg was always thankful that Gwaihir didn't mind helping her keep tabs on the boy who had started to roam almost the day he was born. Little Asavvi was an odd one, considering both her parents. She was as sweet and patient as anyone Meg had ever met and asked more questions than there were minutes in the day. She watched her two youngest grow and with a great pride allowed them to venture off on their own for longer and longer periods.
It was bittersweet, not to have them always at her side when they were so dearly loved but their growing independence had a silver lining. Meg now had more time to give back to her first love: her elder daughter Mordecai. The twins had taken so much of her energy lately that Megaera's hours with Mordecai had been painfully limited. They would remedy that now that that Nizho and Asavvi could be left to their own devices for a while and she hoped they would start today.
Her darling girl was a wild thing, so often willful and rude. She had a great talent for being a pain in the ass, and now that she was nearing womanhood there was little hope that she would change anytime soon. Meg loved her for every bit of it.
The mother had a fierce and blazing pride that her daughter had grown so strong, both in body and soul. Even when she completely disregarded Meg’s orders—like in sneaking Nizho out of the Throat for field trips—she always had to admire the brazen sort of confidence that those rebellions required. Mordecai would make a fine warrior, Megaera thought, if that was what she chose. Hard not to when one was blood of the Warden and raised by the Sunspear.
The Sultana entered the arena, resplendent. It was high noon, and she was fresh and cooled from a dip in the lake. Still slightly damp, her summer’s coat and clean feathers gleamed in the sun. Excited for her little baby’s first test, she moved towards the center of the ring at a jaunty trot. In the middle she halted, and swept down with her broad wings as she lifted in a little rear and called to her daughter. “Mordecai!” The shout was welcoming, exciting, challenging, and a grin spread across Megaera’s face. There were so many things to teach her, and they’d see if she had an instinct for battle. Somehow Meg was sure she would.
"."
ooc:: YAY! A mother/daughter spar for @Mordecai - everything allowed - Mordecai can have the first attack IF SHE DARES!!! lol
attack:: 0/3
words:: 578
summary:: Meg comes into the DT arena on foot, calls for her precious wittle baby girl.
magic:: none used
injuries:: none yet
setting:: Midday, cloudless sky, Air is still, dry and hot. Dragon's Throat Arena - "A large ring (soccer-field size) made of metal brambles which curve inward and boast blunted tips, a reminder for any competitors to stay inside. At various intervals tall metal trees with wide branches stand amid the brambles, offering perches for pegasus to sit and watch the arena happenings. There are two entrances on the north and south side of the arena, about a horse length in width, to enter/exit through."
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FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Megaera in all posts ::
